Re: Upstairs: Holly/Noah
From his cotton cloud, Noah watched as Holly undressed. Shoes. Pants. Noah let his gaze graze upward... and he smiled up at his husband. He scooted backward, retreating a little into overwhelming white as Holly tried to make space on the bed. Holly's bed was in this alcove thing, and Noah moved toward a back corner a little more. The blanket moved with him, as if it were all an extension of him.
Once he felt Holly had enough room, Noah looked to the bare knee on the mattress, then the fingers plying buttons. He opened a wing of the comforter, so Holly could climb under with him.